Synopsis
The green light comes on, and only panting is left on the sand. 456 and 218 embrace tightly under a withered tree. It is not to clear the stage but to stake both fear and desire under the gaze of the giant doll. The green tracksuit is torn open, the number still pinned to the chest, but the body has already surrendered. From kisses under the tree to tangling in the sand; from testing, sucking and swallowing to fully naked intercourse. The rules of red light, green light still stand, yet in the gaps between the rules they rewrite "stay alive" as "each other, right now". Deep in the wheat, 199 takes off the numbered uniform, watching from afar and drawn in as well. The breathing of the three, the sand and the wheat awns